Vs would mean that a battle ensued. This was a fucking execution. Denver got boiled and bottled, man.

And it was glorious!

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All right, we are going to use a fan brush here and uh why don't you take some hunter green and we are going to put a happy little bush right down over here in the corner there and that'll just be our little secret and if you tell anyone that that bush is there I will come to your house and I will cut you.

As a diehard Indianapolis Colts fan, a part of me was like "Yeah, we made the right decision going with Luck", but the other part of me was very sad for Peyton because he was my idol growing up and he delivered our only championship in the Indy era. I still consider him one of the best of all time, but that game last night hurt.

I feel like such a loser. I've got only a few close friends, so I've been trying to make more school friends and I swear to god I suck at it. Age gaps definitely don't help. Where the hell are 20-somethings when you need them? I'm social and friendly enough, but having that person you really 'click' with is a bit more of an upward struggle. I've also been trying to find female gamer buddies...and even harder struggle.

Ah well. I'm doing well so far this semester, and by next week it's already almost half over. Yippeee.

I don't have any irl friends. This isn't hyperbole. My mom's the only person I feel any sort of connection to and even that's mixed with antagonism.

It's like, I have people that I interact with on a daily basis and I can't meet them with anything more than ambivalence, at best. And this is every. Single. Da. For the past three years. It gets to you. I don't even feel like I can relate to or engage with people in a normal way anymore. Like, I can't read them.

There are some restaurants by my office that I go to frequently enough that the staff knows me and greets me by name and I feel /threatened/ by this. HOW is that normal?

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o/` I do not feel joy o/`o/` I do not dream o/`o/` I only stare at the door and smoke o/`

At least they were doing so consistently bad that the feeling in question was just a muted "well, fuck," instead of having it really neck-and-neck until the end and THEN lose. That's what stings.

... oh god I just saw the video of the first play in its entirety oh my jesus oh my god oh what wow

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May or may not be relevant.

Bahahahahahahaha.

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All right, we are going to use a fan brush here and uh why don't you take some hunter green and we are going to put a happy little bush right down over here in the corner there and that'll just be our little secret and if you tell anyone that that bush is there I will come to your house and I will cut you.

I don't really talk to my best friends from high school that I hung out with every day like I used too, but I keep in contact and occasionally go out to eat with them or see a movie. I'd much rather spend what little free time I have at home with my fiance, who is my best friend. Don't really talk to anyone else outside of family. I'm 25 if that matters haha.

Get a check via FexEx from work....very nice one I may add. Problem is I just got paid, so I call HR ...they have no idea...I call the next day....still no idea....3 freaking days later they call me and say to void it and send it back....was a mistake! Seriously, WTF, LOL. Of course I didn't cash it because I felt confidant there was a mistake but really? It takes you four days to figure this out!

I don't have any irl friends. This isn't hyperbole. My mom's the only person I feel any sort of connection to and even that's mixed with antagonism.

It's like, I have people that I interact with on a daily basis and I can't meet them with anything more than ambivalence, at best. And this is every. Single. Da. For the past three years. It gets to you. I don't even feel like I can relate to or engage with people in a normal way anymore. Like, I can't read them.

^^^ This!!! ^^^^

A thousand times, ^^THAT^^^!!! LoL

Well almost... take that Mesh quote minus the Mom part and replace the "I can't read them" with the feeling of "they can't read me because I won't let them" and that is my scenario.

Far too long I have operated as "Klyde Chroma the 3rd shift tattoo artist" and so many have gotten to know "him" that I fear no one really knows "me" at this point. I am strangely isolated even when amongst others. Though I am not bitching. I crafted this life purely by my own design and to complain at this point would not only be irrelevant but also sort of ugly of me.

None the less, the fact remains that I too am void of a-typical friendships and relationships. I look at it like I traded those things for my career and art long ago.

Truly, I venture to guess you guys here know me better than most. At the very least you guys have read and conversed with a more honest side of me than anyone else for longer and more consistantly than anyone else in my life.